STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge
always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them
In the riksdag to-night three hundred men are talking to each other about more potatoes and bread for the Swedish people to eat this winter.
In a boat among calm waters next to the running waters a fisherman sits in the dark and I, leaning at a parapet, see him lift a net and let it down
he waits
the waters run
the riksdag talks
he lifts the net and lets it down
Stars lost in the sky ten days of drizzle spread over the sky saying yes-yes.
Every afternoon at four oclock fifteen apple women who have sold their apples in Christiania meet at a coffee house and gab.
Every morning at nine oclock a girl wipes the windows of a hotel across the street from the post-office in Stockholm.
I have pledged them when I go to California next summer and see the orange groves splattered with yellow balls
I shall remember other people half way round the world.
Two Items
written byCarl Sandburg
© Carl Sandburg
